Hideaway Strath I taste you on my tongue

Thankfully Kyn doesn’t see the reaction to the purring of his name, or he surely would’ve acted more upon it. Yet, he’s perfectly fine with stepping beside the smaller and listening to him. It’s short and sweet, right to the point. Surprisingly no longing story of his past or reminiscing on those he knew elsewhere. He likes that. It seems he’s a man that lives in the moment, but he can’t quite tell just yet.

Now lucky — lucky isn’t a word Kynareth would describe anyone to landed at their doorstep. Rather unlucky would suffice better. Or perhaps in this case Patroclus is lucky for meeting Kynareth and Nyra when they were in a good mood. 

Still he doesn’t linger too long on the thought. Deciding to go to the next topic of conversation. “I see.” He laughs lowly. “You’re quite lucky and unlucky at the same time I’d say.” His voice doesn’t carry anything foreboding in it, it’s merely a playful comment. “I’m glad we found you first.” The Grandmaster ends with a chuckle as he purposely bumps their shoulders together.

Though Kynareth vaguely entertains the idea of what would’ve happened if this man had found another pack before them. He might’ve been meeting him in a completely different way. With his fangs itching for blood and Patroclus being the nearest living thing. 

Needless to say, he carries on without saying so. “So, as I said before, we’re territorial. We will insight kill, or try to kill, whatever comes here unwelcome. You’re welcome to approach a situation however you seem fit of course. The strath is our main territory. It reaches the back of the mountains. There is only one way in and out of here and it’s the northern entrance you entered from.” He would go on to tell him about the surrounding territories that hugged the strath. Bonesplinter Ravine, Black Morass, Boartusk Heights, and Cedar sweep. All territories they do not technically own, but claim and patrol anyways. They’re greedy, what can he say?

Finally Kyn stops talking, getting tired of even his own voice and assuming the other does too. “Any questions for me? I’m sure you can only bear my voice for so long.” He looks over to him with a playful smirk. “No pressure.” He hums, eyes lighting up at the teasing banter.